Huo Jiu bowed his head respectfully, "Wait a minute, I'll-"
"Eh? Someone sent supplies? Who is it?"
Everyone is resting now, and the shed is stuffy and hot, but it doesn't feel cold.
The scene shown on the screen is clean and spotless, but the actual production crew is messy, and the places that are not allowed to enter the country are full of machines.
Song Yaoyao's legs were covered with a blanket, and she was lazy and didn't want to move.
Huo Jiu went out to order food, but after a while, he led a man in with a food box.
Min Jiaren was only in her early twenties, and walked in briskly with a lunch box in her hand.
"Little director, what do you eat? I don't know who sent a lot of food to our crew! Huh, I haven't eaten outside flavors for a long time! Eh? This taste is a bit familiar... Where am I? Have you ever eaten?"
She walked over in doubt, only to see the young director sitting lazily like an old man, dressed in elite attire, handsomer than most of the fresh meat in the entertainment industry, the young man was bending over to clear the table, and then from the food Take out a plate of meals in the box.
The food box is wooden and antique, with only a few small characters engraved on one side.
Min Jiaren took a closer look and remembered.
"Uh... Mochizuki Tower??!!"
She said how she felt the taste was very familiar, it turned out that it was Wangyuelou that she had only eaten once. That taste really made her have endless aftertaste, no wonder it is so hard to find...
"Miss Song, it's time to eat. I'll get you a glass of water again, call me if you need anything."
Huo Jiu picked up the thermos, slightly nodded at Min Jiaren who was in a daze, and walked away gracefully.
Min Jiaren bit her chopsticks, envious of Wudi.
"Little director, did Mr. Huo invite you for this meal?"
"Huh? What?"
Song Yaoyao didn't go out to watch the excitement, and didn't pay attention to the name on the food box. She saw that Kang Yuan was still adjusting the machine in the distance, with her hands making a trumpet shape around her mouth, "Teacher!! Come to eat!!"
Min Jiaren looked at the dishes which were completely different from everyone else's, obviously carefully prepared, and felt that he had been stuffed with dog food again. Even the delicious food in my mouth seems to be tasteless~
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As soon as Kang Yuan heard Song Yaoyao's voice, he immediately burst into laughter. He waved his hand and gave a few more instructions to the staff before coming over.
As soon as I approached, I saw a table full of food, "Yo? Who sent it?"
Song Yaoyao blinked and looked at Min Jiaren, "The beauty said it was given by my brother."
Now, everyone is used to this sour appellation. At first, some people were not used to it, and felt that the word 'brother' did not match the image of a cold and ascetic man at all. But the more you listen, the more you get used to it.
I even want to fall in love a little bit, and I want to find a 'love brother' who is so caring!
Min Jiaren was holding the food box, sitting on the ponytail and looking at the delicious food on the table, with a sad face, "Look at the food box, Moon Tower. Except for Mr. Huo, I can't think of anyone who would be so generous. But... Mochizuki Didn't Lou never take delivery, only accepting dine-in?"
Kang Yuan cheerfully picked up the chopsticks, "Rules are made by people, if so, they can be broken! Others may not be able to, but Mr. Huo—"
He picked up a chopstick of braised pork and put it into his mouth, "Well, it still tastes so good!"
Min Jiaren was almost drooling watching, she nodded in sympathy.
Sure enough, the rules are only used to restrict ordinary people like them, and some people have privileges.